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Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all the way to New Orleans.

I took my har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield whipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands with mine
We sang up ever song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me Lord
Through everything I done
And every night she kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas,
Lord, I let her slip away
Searchin' for a home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For just one yesterday
Holding Bobby's body close to mine.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Me and Bobby McGee...

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